The Coming Storm

Sturdy and strong, straight as the gut strung bow;
    Taut, ready to draw the arrow;
    Sprung, eager to release the throw
And send the ball through air to strike the blow.
Wrath, a lightening strike that cracks the tower;
    A storm, anger of the heavens.
    Swelling heat, thrusting javelin,
Swift wind over the waves gathering power.
Young man, true soldier, valiant son: Ageless
    Memory bred into the bones,
    Scars and strength of ancient heroes,
May their fury prove your future greatness.
Mighty Achilles, Alexander, O
Ancestors: Bestow your strength, destroy his foes.   
 
 
 
 




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Michael Curtis is a classical sculptor, painter, and architect who lives in Alexandria, Virginia. His verses have been published in Candelabrum, Blue Unicorn, The New Formalist, The Lyric, American Arts Quarterly, Amphora, Pivot, and many other journals. His translation of Afrikaans verse, “Land of Sunlight and Stars” will be published in 2012.